A Crow's Glory - Unfadeable

You call it yours but you don't own it. You call us toys but we don't give a shit. We do this for ourselves it's our true love. So fucking pass your judgment on. On down to the new, to the innocent. Kick your shit downhill. You can't fade this, you can't fade us. You sit on top your throne, I am taking it from you. There are no "Gods" out here only the brave and few. And when I have your throne I'll burn it to the ground. No such named leader just the people of the crowd. You need them, they're what feeds your flame, without their worship you'll lose your sight. You need them to feel alive. Your empire will fall. King of the junk yard. You lead to nothing. Starve your world, mourn it's death.